#14, TRAI - SMS and the magic 100

Read somewhere, a bath and a haircut would give a new outlook on life. Yes, it did. Sometimes, your mind feels cluttered, just because your living space is cluttered. Driven by urgent needs, the cleanliness drive for the cramped two hours left my living space uncluttered. It’s always welcome into a clean home right?

Buzz of the week, the TRAI ban on SMS upper limit. Simple analogy, doesn’t it sound like saying, only a maximum of 100 calls allowed? Or a maximum of 100 minutes travel allowed per day? Or consumption of a maximum of 100 calories of food per day? Or a maximum of 2 movies per week? Well, the ban on SMS seems a little outrageous. For starters, let’s take the fact that SMS is one of the easiest and very popular modes of communication of today. As for me, I use it to tell about my whereabouts to my friends and family. When I’m in a meeting, and I’m constrained not to attend a call, I go for the SMS which I can do sneakily. When I’m having my dinner and I just need some time off to relish a meal, I just SMS, call me later. Sometimes SMS reduces the need for a lengthy call. Sometimes SMS reduces the awkward pauses in a conversation. SMS can be a concise way for communicating. For me, it never crosses beyond 20 per day. That’s me now. Take me few years back, and my count ran well beyond 200 per day. Even though I’m less worried about the ban now, I’m still sceptical about the day when my count will run off beyond 100. Even to communicate a new number to my old contacts who are in 100s, I prefer SMS. Which means, I should be updating them with my new number on 75 per day basis (keeping 25 as a safe keep)

I’d still miss the glorious days of yesterday, when people spammed each other with funny, sentimental, romantic, informative forwarded SMS.

#13, Open letter to popeye

Dear Popeye,

First let me tell you that I’m a perfect vegetarian, just like you. I’ve been seeing you since I was a small kid. Please explain me; does spinach really give me bicep like the ones that you get? Well, everyone in my family says so, but I still have the same amount of bicep regardless of the amount of Spinach I eat.

I’m from a family which can get things at ease. But believe me, it isn’t so easy to get a can of spinach as you do. When you pull it out of your shirt, where do you actually keep it inside? It’s an awfully big can; doesn’t it feel irritating to keep it inside your shirt? And why keep it inside your shirt? Why not inside a refrigerator or may be a kitchen cabinet? And also tell me if there’s an expiry date on that thing, you seem to carry cans of spinach for an eternity!

Olive, the next point of my letter. Does she have any muscle or she's just a few gram of bones covered with few metres of skin? You seem to be smart (Ugh) why don’t you try going out with other femme in your locale? Besides, she does seem kind of dumb (Especially that one time when you were teaching her how to drive)

You seem to have hell a lot of problems with Bluto. If it were me, I’d have taken care of it once it for all. Tell me, do you punch him or just take some time off and draw those black circles around his eyes. Does it really hurt or you’re just doing it for show?

And finally, what’s with your laugh, Aaagh, agh agh agh agh. Yeah, what’s up with that?

#12, Peanuts, FRIENDS, and People

Dear blog,

News of the week is that all of the people we know go to the West or get promoted or getting paid high bucks, is quite happy news but it sure does spoils the week for you. It’s quite like riding on the highway. You’re travelling at 90kmph, at highway standards you’re well beyond the speed limit. But relatively a person overtaking with just a 95kmph seems he’s leaving you behind. Not that I’m advocating speed, just an analogy.

Life’s experience is actually meaningless when you’re actually experiencing it; and when it’s in the past, it seems all so wonderful. Watching the world renowned FRIENDS series just brings back the moments I’ve spent with my friends. Moments this now can be only reminisced. Batches and batches of friends, loads and loads of acquaintances, Life is just full of people and experiences, isn’t it?

Speaking of people, the week made me realize how a simple act from someone can make or mar your day! For instance, a hi ruined my day and a simple compliment mail made the next.

#11, 28 Percent, WCI and my moxy

Why does it have to be only two days for every five days? Ireally fail to see the design goals for that! Two for five, roughly works outto 28 per cent. It’s okay, but not nearly enough. May be that’s the thrill youget from entrepreneurship. You get to fix that per cent. May be you go aheadand toil that 100 per cent or all 7 days. Yet, you enjoy it. You devour eachmoment of engineering and management. Something you get only when you do somethingpurely from your spirit and interests. To quote Amelia Earhart,from Night at the museum: Battle of the Smithsonian, “You look like you lostyour moxy!”

Plans for attending the WikiConferenceare currently dropped. Well, beyond the obvious reasons of an extravagantbudget, there were other detailed reasons which pulled me away. Let’s not getinto that. But from my experience of attending conferences, this one’s sure goingto be a hoot! If you’re into such things, register early for an early-birddiscount. And do share your experience with the community.

As like many other of my initiatives, the fire does die outeventually. Hope it stays alive for a little more time for my dear blog. Whenyou learn to put a price tag on everything, you hardly learn to value your trueinterests. Books, for instance, my shelf’s full of them. Hoping I’d read atleast some of the time. And only I know how my evenings end, and weekend’sspoil. Next: art. This, I can easily blame on my muse. I hardly get any. Theonly muse I need is to pick a pencil, which I’m too lazy to do.

Again, I’ve lost my moxy. Someone help me find it.